Sunday again!

It's against my religion to start a blog with the word "I" and writing about myself, so I won't. That done, I can get started. I dug up a treasure, free online, a box of riches

saved it on my computer desktop, and have been reading through it start to finish. Reading straight through like singing a through-sung chant because there's no link to each individual story even though the format appears so. 

Sitting down and lighting off my computer, I've read these:

So far, between each titled story and the next, there's an extremely short but complete story of a paragraph or two, in italics. Hemingway has interesting writing habits. The short sentences. The story ending just as the reader expects it to take off. Did anything more ever happen between Nick and Marjorie, or is that the cutoff two or three stories later with Nick now a traveling hobo, beat up and with a black eye from being thrown off a slow-moving freight train?

Father Nature roused me at three o'clock this morning, I read a couple of the stories with my magic mug of hot & black, then Linda came out, at 5:15 I went back to bed and slept until 7:15, then sausage for breakfast, pick up on this blogpost for a few minutes, and now it's Time to get ready for church and hear Gospel John's post-resurrection appearance about the disciples out fishing and Jesus hailing them from the shore. They've been out all night but caught nothing so Jesus gives them a suggestion, they catch a lot of big fish, come ashore, and Jesus cooks everyone a breakfast of grilled fish. It sounds like heaven to me.

RSF&PTL

T89&c

photo: boat off 7H right now, but they seem to be rod & reel fishing and no luck. too bad they don't have a cast net, because there's mullet out there.